Damien had only wishfully imagined he had ended his grandfather's life. However, he was compelled to keep the old man alive as he was utterly clueless about the whereabouts of the hidden money jar.The Gamma, whose name was Damien, let out a bark of laughter—a sound ripe with the delinquent charm that had long ago stopped working on me. "Yadiel? That self-righteous furball? Please, he wouldn't share a bone with his own shadow." I rolled my eyes but couldn't suppress the smirk tugging at my lips. Damien and his high-and-mighty cousin, Alpha Yadiel, had been at odds since puberty hit and decided to bless them both with a double dose of testosterone and wolfish pride. It wasn't every day that our pack's Gamma, and unofficial black sheep, crashed into the elderly man's humble abode demanding money. Damien's antics, much like my spot behind the curtain, were hidden from the world, ones I stumbled onto by a mix of bad timing and worse luck. But then again, Damien's grin suggest
In the thicket of the bushes around Rolf's house, a chilling sight awaited discovery. A dead wolf lay among the tangled foliage, its lifeless form partially concealed by the dense growth. The wolf's sleek, dirty brown fur stood out against the green backdrop, its coat matted and stained with patches of dried blood.The creature's body was sprawled on the ground, limbs splayed awkwardly, as if it had fallen victim to an unseen force. Its once fierce gaze, now extinguished, stared emptily into the distance. The thick underbrush had provided some cover, but the wolf's presence was clearly revealed to anyone who stumbled upon it.Though motionless, the wolf's muscular frame hinted at its former strength and vitality. Its sturdy paws, now limp, were adorned with sharp, curved claws that had once allowed for swift and agile movement. A few tufts of fur clung to the gnarled branches that surrounded the lifeless creature, evidence of a struggle that had taken place within this hidden sanctuar
Brock's Perspective Tomorrow night is the annual ball for all Alphas and their mates, a mesmerizing event vibrating with energy and eager anticipation. It's always been a breathtaking symbol of unity and love for those with mates, a celebration that used to stir a twinge of longing in my heart for a mate of my own. For Alphas without a designated mate, they are allowed to bring a plus one. As I ready myself for the ball, I realized I had forgotten to ask Stephanie to be my date. Nervous but brimming with hope, I plan to ask her today. Being inexperienced in the art of courtship, I turned to my niece Melody for guidance. I've always been content with casual relationships, never truly investing the time or effort to connect with someone. But now, I'm resolute in changing that, starting, and ending with Stephanie. My reflection in the mirror raises a skeptical eyebrow as I run a hand through my hair for the umpteenth time. The suit looks sharp, but the guy inside of it. Let's just s
Janice’s PerspectiveTomorrow evening marks the grandeur of the Alpha's Annual Masquerade Ball, and within its spellbinding moments, I vow to reclaim Brock in my embrace. Clutched in my anticipation is the love potion endowed by the enigmatic witch, Sapphire. A sense of optimism and jubilation pulses through my veins as tomorrow night's possibilities unfold before me.Brock won't see it coming—the moment he sips the witch's potion, an irresistible urge to claim and desire me as his mate will consume him. I, not Stephanie, will stand by his side as his Luna. The anticipation is nearly unbearable; tomorrow night feels like an eternity away. Overwhelmed with joy, I collapsed onto my bed. Soon, I will be free of Alpha Yadiel, once and for all.Recently, I sensed the severance of my mate bond with Alpha Silverton; he must have finally come to terms with my rejection. Perhaps the relentless intimacy I
Stephanie's Point of View --In moments such as these, I yearn for the ability to establish a mind link with my mate. Unfortunately, my gift does not extend to him, though it works with others outside my pack.Melody ushered me to my room with urgency, compelling me to dress without delay. Once she had set me on my task, she retreated to her own quarters to dress herself. Her intention was to examine my appearance and assess my makeup application prior to our departure. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her fussiness. Yet, the endearing blend of peculiarity and charm she radiated made it impossible to deny her this.We would undoubtedly arrive at the Alpha ball in a fashionably late manner
Back one hour earlier--Pack warrior Jessup- “Dude! This is like who is drugging who? Did you ever see the game, someone would hide something under a cup and then mix up the cups so well you couldn’t tell which cup the hidden cup was in no longer?”Pack Warrior Ron- "It's maddening not being able to see their faces due to the masks. I'd really like to identify the key players involved in this situation."Jessup - "If I were at that table, I wouldn't dare drink or eat anything that was served to me. I've already warned Alpha Brock, and fortunately, no one has attempted to poison the Silverton's acting beta or his mate. Now, let's piece this together. Couple number one is quite suspicious. While everyone rose to dance, the Alpha stayed seated for the first song. He discreetly added something to both Alpha Brock's and Alpha Brock's mate's drinks. Meanwhile, the woman accompanying him returned from the restroom, and that Alpha rose to converse with another pair of Alphas across the room.
Janet’s perspective-Well, nothing is going according to my plan. I wanted to take out that feisty she-wolf Stephanie, but she ended up getting the love potion that was meant for Brock. And to make things even more chaotic, it turns out Yadiel has got a love potion too. Now he's gone and marked me without my consent, and I'm struggling to resist the strong pull that comes with being marked. As if that wasn't enough, my own wolf decided to mark Yadiel as well!I urgently need to find a witch to remove his mark. All I wanted was Brock, but now, thanks to the mark, he's fading from my thoughts faster than I can handle. Juggling a fuzzy mind and a body that seemed to have developed a new magnetic north—directly towards Yadiel—I stumbled my way through town. The aim was simple: Find Gertrude, the local witch, and pry this wolfy conundrum off my skin and soul.By evening, I stood in front of Gertrude's cottage, which was more of a chaotic jumble of herbs and wind chimes than a dwelling. The
Brock's perspective- Last night was a real rollercoaster with Stephanie. She was practically demanding, thanks to that pesky drug, that we mark and mate.Normally, back in the day, if a she-wolf wanted me that bad, I would have gladly obliged. But ever since the mating bond, my whole outlook on things has changed.I can't in good conscience take advantage of the situation, especially when she's all drugged up, thinking she's head over heels in love with me and desperate for us to mate before anyone else can lay their paws on me.Little does she know, even if I weren't head over heels for her, my wolf is totally smitten and wouldn't even let me entertain the thought of another she-wolf.Jasper's perspective- “Wow! You finally came to your senses, puny human!”Brock's perspective- “Who you calling puny, butt breath!” I snap back, but Jasper's already barged to the front of our mind and I'm left struggling to regain control.I can practically feel his excitement at the scent of Stephanie